So, I definately think my coxswain has brain damage. Or maybe she's blind. How do you not see an island? How do you know warn your starboards that are in the middle of a power 20 that theeir oars are on a collision course with a ten foot high wall of stone? HONESTLY. 

About 15 strokes through the power 20, I hear Shae crab out, then hear a loud thud and feel my oar handle wedge itself under my ribs. As it turned out, we hit AN ISLAND at full speed, causing the oar to try to kill me.

After semi-recovering, I forced myself to finsh out the race piece at full pressure. Two days in a row of forcing myself to do something while not being able to breathe. Be impressed.

My day was definately lifted by the news that I don't have to go to practice on Thursday or Friday. Yayness! 

And yay for work. I got May 12 off, so now I can go watch my Stanton buddies race. Woot. 

Alex and Bonny came to see me at work.

But my stomach still hurts, and probably will for another couple days.